Survived Betrayal, Made My Ex-Husband Crawl のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Victorias POV “Why won’t she let us pick her up?” I vented to Nicole, pacing the room. “She came to my house yesterday, soaked to the bone. It’s obvious things with her husband have gotten worse since that… mistress moved in. And him claiming it’s for the child she’s carrying—give me a break.” Nicole nodded thoughtfully. “She probably just wants to end things on her own terms. That’s all.” I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “Argh! I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you both. These crazy men don’t deserve you!” “Well,” Nicole said quietly, almost to herself, “at least she had the guts to leave him after everything he did to try and break her.” I realized I’d struck a nerve—she wasn’t wrong, but the last thing I wanted was for Nicole to feel guilty or think she was the problem because that was far from the truth “Yeah, I know. Well… no more sad talk. But I do want to know one thing, Nicole. What exactly happened with the eggs—the IVF you were planning? Why cheat

Alex’s POVThe flight had dragged on forever, but finally, I was back. The first thing I thought about was Amara. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw her being discharged, Darius by her side. They moved together with a familiarity that made my chest tighten. I told my bodyguard to watch from a distance and stepped back, letting the sight settle—but questions swirled in my mind like a storm.Was she really considering going back to him? The thought made my stomach twist. I had left James with the flash drive, but the painting—my parents’ painting, the one that held the key to everything—was still with me. And now I knew there was a second one, hidden somewhere, its location as elusive as ever. I left the hospital, trying to focus, but Williams’ constant texts were relentless. The land I’d purchased had already skyrocketed in value, and now Lena’s father became my next target. From what Lena had hinted during our last encounter, he might hold answers—answers about my parents’ true id

Amara’s POV After a week, it was finally time to travel. Victoria had booked our plane tickets to New York, and I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Nicole would be coming along too. I couldn’t have been happier. Living with them over the past week had allowed us to build a beautiful bond, and Victoria’s mother had been incredibly kind and thoughtful. She had helped me open up about the loss of my baby—a topic I hadn’t been able to talk about with anyone else. Knowing she had experienced the same kind of grief made it easier to share. That morning, I packed my bags early, though I had barely slept the night before. I was still buzzing with ideas for the new sketches of my brand’s upcoming release, designed to pair perfectly with Victoria’s clothing line. Handing them to her, I was relieved to see her face light up—her approval always gave me confidence. By afternoon, we were ready to leave. My phone buzzed a few times with calls from Darius, but I ignored them. Alex had also

Leon’s POV Escaping prison was never going to be easy, but I had no choice. The day I sent Lizzy that letter, I prayed it would actually reach her. Ever since I’d been locked up, someone had been monitoring me. None of my previous letters ever made it out, and deep down, I knew Lena was behind it. Sometimes, I sat awake wondering how my life had fallen apart so badly—how I had become a fugitive because of the very person I once tried to protect. All I ever wanted was to be the older brother Lena never had. Instead, I became another pawn in her twisted games, and it cost me the love of my life. Everyone said my fiancée was dead. But I never believed it. And maybe that was because part of me carried too much guilt to let her go. The night everything changed was Lena’s nineteenth birthday. Father had already promised her off to one of his wealthy friends, treating her like a business deal instead of a daughter. She came home drunk that night, furious and broken, and despite eve

Lena’s POV I had finally moved into the mansion, yet the atmosphere still felt far from peaceful. Darius remained bitter about the divorce papers and the way I forced his hand into signing them, though there was little he could do about it now. What amused me most was how badly he tried to hide it. The constant phone calls. The late-night drinking. The way his expression darkened every time Amara’s name came up. He still wanted her back. Too bad for him… she was already gone. I sat in my office, absently flipping through documents when my secretary knocked softly before stepping inside. “Ms. Lena,” she said carefully, “Amara officially submitted her resignation letter to the board this morning.” My fingers stilled against the paper. “She resigned?” I repeated slowly. “Yes, ma’am. Effective immediately.” The room fell silent after she left. I leaned back in my chair, narrowing my eyes thoughtfully. Was Amara really walking away from everything that easily? No.